After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

"Have you brought your ID card?"

"Well……"

Song Jingxi's pretty face was full of tangles. Based on the only anti-fraud awareness in his mind, he was a little reluctant to hand over his ID card.

Gao She spoke softly, as if coaxing a child, "You need an ID card to open a room."

Now Song Jingxi can stand still for a few seconds at least, and can understand a little bit of human speech.

Fortunately, when he was drunk, except for occasionally saying a few straightforward and rude words, the rest of the time he behaved like a rabbit who couldn't scratch people.

He stared blankly at Gao She's face for a while, saw the handsome skin that fit his aesthetics very well, hesitantly or obediently took out the wallet from his pocket and handed it to him.

His alcoholic voice was like soaked cotton candy, the innocent beauty's face and slightly drooping dog eyes looked at Gao She in a daze, and he still couldn't speak clearly, "It should be inside."

Gao She smiled and took the wallet he handed over, there were about six or seven cards in it besides the two red notes.

When he took out his ID card, he found a one-inch photo on the back of the ID card.

Gao She glanced at it. It was Xing Wenkang's photo, probably from his high school days.

Even the photos are reluctant to throw away, it seems that Song Jingxi is still interested in her nephew.

For some reason, Gao She felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

But soon he adjusted his mood, handed his ID card to the front desk of the hotel with a gentle smile, "big bed room, two people."

As soon as he returned to the confined space, the alcohol in Song Jingxi's body began clamoring to get out again.

His ears were hot, and his cheeks seemed to be covered with a gust of heat.

Before Gao She closed the door, he turned around and saw Song Jingxi standing there unsteadily, his clothes had almost been taken off.

But he actually didn't want to do anything to take advantage of a drunkard, not to mention that Song Jingxi might not even be able to tell who was standing in front of him now.

Gao She took two steps forward and held down Song Jingxi's hand that was about to pull his pants, "If you take it off again, you'll catch a cold."

"I, I'm hot..."

"I can't take off the heat anymore."

Hearing this, Song Jingxi thought for a few seconds and said, "Then I'll put on my clothes."

Before Gao She had time to praise him for doing the right thing, Song Jingxi hugged his arm.

The man put his face on his palm obediently, and he spoke vaguely but seemed to slow down on purpose, "I haven't danced for you yet, I'll put on the clothes and dance for you to take off one by one Okay? I can still do the splits while sitting on top of you, and I dance very well."

Still remember this incident.

Gao She didn't know if Song Jingxi had ever been drunk before, and if he would drag others to striptease him when he was drunk.

In the palm of his hand, Song Jingxi's cheeks were terribly hot.

I don't know if my hands are too big or his face is too small.

Before Gao She fully spread his fingers, he was able to wrap most of his face, and the soft earlobes touched by his fingertips were hot and greasy.

He still seems to be incapable of drinking, and his whole body turns red when he drinks, but he still drinks so much.

Gao She saw his hands holding his arms, even the fingertips were powdering wantonly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Jingxi asked again, "Are you okay? Why don't you speak?"

Do you need to ask for other people's opinions on this kind of thing?

At this moment, Gao She's warm eyes were covered with a dark expression.

It was as if the last line of defense in my heart had been broken by this question.

At this moment, the way he looked at Song Jingxi was like a wolf that hadn't eaten meat in 30 years, aiming at its prey with a plundering look.

He has been vegetarian for over 30 years and can't wait to try it, the joy of being a carnivore.

"Okay, you must be a good dancer." Gao She said with a smile.

The lights at night were intoxicating and clear, and after a while, it began to rain lightly outside the window, and the raindrops hit the transparent glass windows, forming fine rain marks.

The wind and the showers, the patter.

After a while, the entire window was soaked.

Song Jingxi's drunken body was heavy, and he held on to the curtains weakly and restlessly. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Together with the memory before getting drunk, it seems that they are all gone.

Mountains, waves.

I seem to be walking on the hot sea level, with the soles of my feet floating, stepping on a continuously burning flame.

A sense of contradiction in dire straits, or a strange sense of excitement.

He couldn't tell the difference.

The night scene outside the glass window was confused in his eyes, and the street scene rippling from the lights in the distance was connected into a white Milky Way.

Is he on the Milky Way or under the Milky Way?

"who am I?"

What was sent to the ears was the man's gentle but tough questioning voice.

Song Jingxi lost his mind and didn't answer him, his eyes were not focused but filled with the pleasure of stepping on the air.

Then he was pulled hard by someone, and there was a tingling pain from being imprisoned in his wrist, which made him wake up a little bit from the imaginary world.

Song Jingxi couldn't see the man's face, but heard the man's not-so-gentle questioning, feeling a little sad.

His voice seemed to be shattered by the wind and rain outside the window, and he had no sense of belonging, "I, I don't know..."

It's fine if you don't know, but luckily I didn't hear his nephew's name from him.

Gao She pushed back the hair sticking to the side of his neck due to sweating, saw the small faint black mole behind his ear, and kissed it full of desire.

Intense and sweet kirsch aroma, soft and intoxicating.

"I'm Gao She."

After finishing speaking, Gao She asked again, "Who am I?"

This time Song Jingxi was able to answer obediently, and the nasal crying must have contained a trace of grievance, "...Gao, Gao She..."

I don't know when the rain stopped. The raindrops on the window gathered into a ball and fell drop by drop.

Song Jingxi opened his eyes, but his mind was still unconscious for a moment.

It seemed that the curtains were not drawn properly last night, opening and closing a half-meter-long gap, allowing a glimmer of light to leak into the dark room.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast an indistinct reflection by the light from the window. Song Jingxi raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but his arms were as heavy and sore as his eyelids.

It seems that there are still some strange marks left on it...

Wait a moment.

Hearing the shallow breathing coming from his ear, Song Jingxi froze instantly.

FUCK FUCK FUCK!

He quickly turned his head and glanced at the person beside him. The light in the winter morning was not bright, not to mention that the curtains were only half a meter away. Song Jingxi couldn't see the face of the person beside him clearly, and he didn't dare to look at him. s face.

All she knew was that the person lying next to her was a man.

He sat on the bed with his upper body naked, and the chill hit him all over with goose bumps. He tried hard to think of something, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't get the slightest clue.

Only two conclusions can be drawn so far.

One, I slept with a man, and my waist and legs were sore.

Second, I drank some pills last night, and now I can't remember anything.

Song Jingxi thought, he must be calm, living such a big life, what things have not been experienced?

He really hasn't experienced it.

First, the dog's blood pierced through the book, and then he fell asleep with a man drunk!

Song Jingxi couldn't calm down, and hurriedly got out of bed to pick up his clothes, but the clothes were too shredded, one piece at a time, he endured the weakness of his legs, packed up the clothes and put them on quickly, the only regret was that the underpants were not worn. looking for.

But Song Jingxi didn't have the time to think about this, so he quickly took his mobile phone and wanted to go out, but then he thought about it, and he looked like a heartless and unjust heartbreaker.

So he took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his jacket, put the only 200 yuan in cash tremblingly on the bedside, and fled in the dark without even seeing the person's face clearly.

He moved very quickly, with a snap, the door opened and closed, awakening Gao She who was still sleeping.

Gao She barely slept last night. After Song Jingxi fell asleep, he smoked two cigarettes, but he still felt excited.

After three consecutive half-hour showers in the bathroom, he fell asleep looking at Song Jingxi's sleeping profile until an hour ago.

The side of the bed was empty, and the person had obviously left.

Gao She stretched out his hand to touch the remaining warmth left by Song Jingxi in the quilt, but felt that the temperature was scalding hot, and the scene from last night suddenly came alive.

Later, Song Jingxi called her own name over and over again. This was the only time in the past 31 years that Gao She had found satisfaction from others.

On weekdays, he is too good at disguising, and he does everything in every possible way.

Gentleness, kindness, and neutrality are all words attached to him by others, and only Gao She knows it.

He is not a nice guy.

Without Song Jingxi by his side, he suddenly felt empty and couldn't sleep anymore.

Gao She turned on the light and was about to get out of bed, but his eyes were first attracted by the two big red banknotes beside the pillow.

He stretched out his hand to take them, without counting them deliberately, exactly two pieces, no more, no less.

It was the two he saw in Song Jingxi's wallet last night, even the traces of wrinkles were the same.

Gao She stared at the two banknotes in his hand with an indescribably complicated expression.

So it turns out that the only ones who are hot are you and the two banknotes beside the bed?

Or is your technology only worth these two banknotes?

Gao She, who thought more and more, finally folded the two red notes and put them in his suit pocket.

It doesn't matter, anyway, in a city, monks can't run away from temples.

He and Song Jingxi have a long time to come.

Thinking of this, I finally feel a little better.

Song Jingxi, who fled the hotel in a panic, was afraid that the man on the bed would catch up.

So I quickly hailed a taxi.

What he thought was nothing else, but that he was so rich now that he couldn't be blackmailed.

With regard to money, Song Jingxi has always been very strict in controlling it, and has always been very conscious of guarding against fraud.

After taking the taxi and reporting the address of Song Ying's house, Song Jingxi let out a long breath. After relaxing, his whole body was numb, and his buttocks hurt like fire.

Fuck, that guy was a virgin last night, right?

Technology really sucks enough.

The 200 yuan was returned.

Although he is also a virgin.

Song Jingxi was thinking wildly, and the phone suddenly vibrated one after another. When he opened it, it was all Jiang Yunsheng's, and there were a few Song Ying's.

Song Jingxi didn't bother to read so many messages. In fact, he was still very sleepy, but the shock of last night was too great for him, and he still couldn't fully recover, his heart was beating wildly, and his palms were sweating.

Song Jingxi called Jiang Yunsheng back, and was answered after five or six beeps on the busy speaker, followed by a burst of rap that no one could interrupt, "Xiaoxi! Where have you been? You scared me to death! Last night Song Ying called me and almost scared me silly. How dare I talk to the boss. He spoke fiercely and was afraid that you would be beaten to tears. I had no choice but to tell him, last night you were on me Here, when you get home later, don't give me a fucking confession."

"..." Song Jingxi pursed her lips, her brain twitched, Song Jingxi imitated Jiang Yunsheng's rhythm and opened her mouth, but it didn't quite rhyme, "Got it, stop arguing, I'm going home soon, thank you brother for helping me , treat you to a big meal another day."

The driver couldn't hold back, and still praised him, "...s, skr."

The moment Song Jingxi and the driver looked into each other's eyes in the rearview mirror, Song Jingxi wanted to escape from this planet overnight, where there are no books, no strange men, and no death.

Compared with the death of the society, the pain in the buttocks does not seem to be so heavy.

Good guy driver, thank you.